Chapter 172 Affinity Address

The auction house is still popular. As the God of Wealth expected, the influence of the ghost axe treasure box will definitely greatly consolidate the popularity of Huangquan Ghost Capital.

In the whole bidding field, there are not many people who know that there is no nirvana jade in the ghost axe box, so everyone's enthusiasm is still high.

Seeing this situation, the God of Wealth really couldn't help but have a trace of fear in his heart. If it hadn't been for the fact that Bai Feng's something was wrong and the revenge of Death's territory had been organized, the consequences would have been really unimaginable. There were so many people at the scene, and there were many influential tycoons. Once these people were really provoked, the consequences would be It's quite serious. At that time, it is estimated that Huangquan ghosts will really be lonely sails in the sea.

"Bai Feng, our people can take action!"

The God of Wealth muttered and lit a cigarette.

A very ordinary middle-aged man slowly went to the bidding field and chose a very inconspicuous corner to sit down.

"Fifty million!"

Someone shouted again.

50 million US dollars, more than 300 million yuan, perhaps only such a perverted auction house can offer such a high price.

With the continuous increase in price, some people have not dared to shout too much and spend hundreds of millions of dollars to buy this box. Is it really worth it?

Although there is an imaginary nirvana jade in it, it is also said that it can come back to life, but even if you do it again, it is estimated that it is impossible to easily earn hundreds of millions of yuan.

"Five two million!"

"Five-three million."

"I'll pay 60 million!"

An old man shouted his price. Next to him was an indifferent Arab. This guy smoked a big cigar with thick little arms, and it was estimated that he was going to be deadlocked to the end.

"Isn't that the royal family in Dubai?"

"People from Dubai?"

Some people have looked at the mysterious Arab. With the rapid development of the refueling industry in the past ten years, the Arabs have gradually become the symbol of the rich in the world.

"Boss! The royal family in Dubai has made a move!" Heifeng said something beside him.

The God of Wealth nodded, "What I'm most worried about today is him. I guess this guy will never stop."

"What's there to worry about?" Heifeng said with a smile, "Anyway, we will bid for that box in the end."

The God of Wealth shook his head, "Sometimes, the price is ridiculously high, which can make people suspicious. If I hadn't considered the hidden dangers of the box, I wouldn't have taken that move."

Indeed, once the hidden box operation is discovered, the Huangquan ghost will completely face bankruptcy, and it will also be desperately squeezed by the world's consortium.

At that time, I'm afraid that the life of the God of Wealth will not be guaranteed, because this is no different from playing with others.

The God of Wealth took a sip of smoke fiercely, and his expression was frozen.

"Fivety-five million!" The middle-aged man sent out by Huangquan ghosts finally opened his mouth. This person has been following Bai Feng for many years, and he is very accurate about this degree of bidding.

"Thirty million!"

The spokesperson of the Dubai royal family spoke again.

The whole auction house was silent. Some people had already given up, but most people's eyes turned to the Arab and the middle-aged man in Huangquan Ghost City.

It is definitely a huge risk to operate in secret.

The yellow finch couldn't help looking back at the two people not far away.

The middle-aged man's expression was very calm, but he frowned tightly. It seemed that he was seriously thinking and measuring the gains and losses.

"Five-five million!"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth again, gritted his teeth, and then silently lit a cigarette. Everyone saw it and thought that there was great pressure in his heart, but the God of Wealth and others understood that this man was just a play. The God of Wealth nodded and was still very satisfied with the person sent by Bai Feng.

Li Er and the other three were also attracted by this crazy bidding. They were extremely shocked. It seems that this competition can't be won or lost in the end, and in the end, it will definitely reach 100 million.

Before Fujitakawa first came to Huangquan Island, he had fantasized about using money to get a ghost axe treasure box. Now it seems that it is a fool's dream. What is little Japan? They have always liked to plunder and let them pay, which is simply a delusion.

Zhao Daotu was as shocked as anyone else. The higher the price, the more uncomfortable he felt. He thought that the ghost axe treasure box was touched by him at the beginning, but now, it was destined to become a plaything in other people's hands. Thinking of this, Zhao Daotu hated it, and at the same time, he cursed Huang Hailin fiercely in his heart.

Zhao Daotu turned around and was ready to take a look at Lao Xi beside the yellow finch.

But when he just turned his face, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Lao Xi is gone.

It's impossible. Lao Xi was still there just now, but just when everyone shouted crazily that the attraction of the whole audience was summoned, Lao Xi suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Daotu felt cold all over his body. When did this old man leave? Zhao Daotu was in his heart, and everyone was reluctant to let go of this bidding. Even watching a bustle is a great blessing in life, but he is always happy, but he disappeared at this most lively time.

Doesn't this explain anything?

Zhao Daotu looked around, but he did not find Lao Xi's figure.

Zhao Daotu looked at the yellow finch. The yellow finch was turning around and looking at the two fiercest bidders. Zhao Daotu was more sure that Lao Xi must be with the yellow finch. Otherwise, why was this boy so calm?

Zhao Daotu didn't know. Just after Huang Que was surprised by the bidding of these people, he turned around and leaned against the chair. Suddenly, he also found that Lao Xi was gone.

The mood of the yellow finch at this moment is the same as that of Zhao Daotu. It has cold hands and feet. Lao Xi, Lao Xi was sitting here just now. Why did it disappear all of a sudden?

This old guy...

The yellow finch quickly turned its head, looked at Wang Pao, and muttered softly, "Brother Wang Pao, where's Lao Xi?"

Wang Pao was born a restless guy. The first time he saw such an enthusiastic auction, he was naturally attracted. Hearing the yellow finch's question, he immediately turned his head, looked at the empty position beside the yellow finch, and shook his head. "He, why is he missing? You sat next to him, didn't you find it?"

The yellow finch's face was pale, Lao Xi. He had long found that there was something wrong with Lao Xi. Even when Lao Xi sat by his side just now, he was ready to test Lao Xi, but in the end, he still resisted. He made up his mind that he must pull Lao Xi to ask what happened at the end of the auction. Even if he is not his second uncle, he must figure it out. His true identity.

Lao Xi, who was held hostage by the yellow finch that night, will never be the one who came to Huangquan Island. Lao Xi was suspicious, and he deliberately approached himself at night, saying that he was a normal contact, which was absolutely impossible.

But now, it's too late. Lao Xi is gone. Where on earth has he gone? This old man must be constantly observing everything around him. Once he finds that everyone's attention is attracted, he will slip away in an instant.

Why did he slip away?

The yellow finch's head is in chaos.

From the beginning, he was shocked by the auction. From now, he only felt that he was careless. He was always happy. He sat next to him, but he didn't even know that he had left. It can't be blamed that God didn't give him a chance. He could only blame himself for being too hasty, or that he had too little experience in the world. He was shocked when he encountered it. I just forget about it.

The yellow finch is depressed and irritable. The same is true of Zhao Daotu. Both of them are no longer in the mood.

The bidding meeting will continue.

The God of Wealth sitting in the backstage is also not easy. His secret operation does not dare to play too much, so he really hopes that the Arab royal family can not be so persistent.

"Ninety million!" The old man around the Arabs opened his mouth again. It seemed that hundreds of millions of money was just a piece of cake for them, and in fact, it was true.

Everyone's eyes stared at the middle-aged man in Huangquan Guidu.

The youngman took a sip of cigarette and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, which was still pink. He wiped the sweat on his forehead, took another sip of cigarette, and gritted his teeth, "I'll pay 100 million!"

The whole scene burst into exclamation this time.

100 million US dollars? What kind of number is that?

"One hundred and ten million!" The old man exported again.

"One hundred and twenty million."

"One hundred and thirty million!"

The God of Wealth smoked a cigarette desperately. This game is getting bigger and bigger and more outrageous.

Everyone is attracted, even Li Er and the other three are no exception, but for Huang Que and Zhao Daotu, they can't hear the slightest voice, and Lao Xi is gone. For them, this is indeed a very terrible thing.

"One hundred and fifty million!" The old man around the Arabs showed no weakness.

"One hundred and seventy million!" The middle-aged man lit a cigarette again.

The old man around the Arab had a red face and a thick neck. He stood up again and was about to speak, but the Arab around him stood up, touched the dark beard, turned his head, and said slowly to the middle-aged man in Chinese: "Two hundred million! This is the highest price I have paid. This friend, if you still insist on it, I will fulfill you.

The middle-aged man felt relieved. He stood up, looked at the Arabs, and smiled, "This thing is very important to me. Thank you, $ 250 million."

The Arab nodded and sat down.

The long soot of the God of Wealth in the background fell to the ground. He wiped away a head of sweat. The middle-aged man chosen by Bai Feng was really good, especially the final price. He only added 500,000 yuan, but in the eyes of everyone, it seemed to strengthen his determination to win. This man's acting ability is in place. .

Bai Feng walked to the stage with a smile, "Guys, the ghost axe treasure box has a master. Let's congratulate this gentleman from the mysterious ancient country in the east with the warmest applause!"

Thundering applause broke out at the scene.

But the yellow finch and Zhao Daotu turned a deaf ear.

At the end of the auction, some people are lost, some are excited, and some are still deeply intoxicated. The transportation plan of Huangquan Island is scheduled after the end of the auction.

Just like coming here, it is picked up and dropped off by helicopters in batches. Of course, when you arrive at the Haitian City Hotel, there will naturally be a special reception. After all, the God of Wealth is also very burdensome after staying in Huangquan Island for too long. This kind of earth-shaking auction will kill this small island.

Everyone's gradual position, and the God of Wealth is very satisfied with the success of this secret operation.

Looking at the ghost axe treasure box that returned to him again, the God of Wealth was very happy.

"Bai Feng, this time, you have made great contributions."

Bai Feng smiled, but he smiled reluctantly.

The God of Wealth patted him on the shoulder, "Let me tell you some good news. Blade just received a call from Old Green. The bastard couldn't wait. Six hours later, let's take Little Green to Haitiancheng to trade. This time, he flew from the United States on a special trip. It seems that Little Green in our hand really let him ten. A son who is spoiled."

Bai Feng was a little excited and couldn't help trembling all over his body.

"What's wrong? Don't worry, he doesn't dare to make it with us!" The God of Wealth said confidently and then said, "Black Wind, prepare to send all the guests on the island back to the Haitian City Hotel. Although this place is a territory of the high seas, you still need to avoid risks."

"I know, boss."

In the high seas, there are more people robing during the fire.

The yellow finch didn't know how he got back to the room. He only knew that he was very tired. In another hour, the people of Huangquan Ghost City would arrange a helicopter. At that time, he would completely end this trip to Huangquan Ghost City, but he got anything, as if he didn't get anything.

The sudden disappearance of Lao Xi cast a shadow on the heart of the yellow finch.

"Well, Brother Yellow Sparrow, don't do this. Things will always come to light one day."

The yellow finch was silent. He took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. At this time, his eyes looked at the pocket of the coat. There seemed to be something in it, and a white note exposed.

The yellow finch slowly walked over and took out the not very regular paper ball from his pocket. He gently unfolded it, and suddenly his whole body was excited.

On the note, there is a sentence: Sparrow, be careful of Zhao Daotu!

Sparrow? How many people can call him like this?